Don't Eat Sandwiches at Night
"Don't eat sandwiches at night."
"Why all the fuss?"
"...You don't feel anything?"
"Of course not?"
"…."
My teacher dipped a finger into the beaker's contents and tasted them without a hint of reaction. If anything, she looked at me with pitying eyes as I made a scene.
"It's the same as with Cecil…?"
"What was that?"
"…Nothing."
Seeing it have no effect on Cecil made me think it only worked on me… cough. Anyway, that's what I figured it was.
I couldn't test it on anyone else, so that's what I assumed at first. But confirming it truly had no effect on others… left me feeling strange.
No one said a word, yet it felt like they were pointing fingers, calling me a pervert.
"What's wrong? Your face is all red."
"…I just ran here."
"Looks like your stamina's gotten pretty weak."
"Yeah… Anyway, why'd you have to taste it yourself?"
A faintly sweet scent wafted from my teacher's lips as she spoke.
"If it's as old as you said, I was curious if it was still holding its state. And with no distinctive smell… well, you have to experience things firsthand, don't you? You haven't tried it?"
"W-Why would I eat that?!"
"Just say no if you haven't. Why yell about it?"
"…."
"Back in the day, you were begging to eat fish semen pouches. What's the difference that you're making such a racket…?"
"That was legit food…."
"Doesn't look any different to me. You're the only one I've ever met who calls that stuff food in the first place."
"…So, did you figure anything out?"
"Changing the subject… As I said, no smell, no taste."
No way…
She must have read my silent muttering, because my teacher stepped closer and pulled me into her embrace.
"Your body shrank, and now your mind's gotten hasty too. Don't worry so much—I'll find a way, I promise."
…It wasn't about that, but I felt bitter for making her worry needlessly.
She buried my head against her chest and stroked my hair. The reduced size of my body felt all too real. A fruity fragrance emanated from her.
Sometimes, the disconnect hit me. Her appearance was youthful at best—early twenties. The archaic speech… the oddly mismatched perceptions… I could guess why someone like her was still a virgin, yet seeing her genuine concern for me now made my nose tingle a little.
As I basked in that warm embrace, being petted, the door creaked open. Cecil must have returned after changing clothes.
I slipped out of my teacher's arms.
"Feeling shy, are we?"
Cough. "I got swept up in the moment… but I'm not a kid anymore."
"No difference to me."
"…Yeah, I suppose not."
We resumed potion-making with Cecil as before, and my teacher began experimenting with Cecil's semen on various things. I was grateful for that much. I'd been hesitant to handle it myself, so her stepping in helped.
Even so, no one could expect results in a single day. Once production wrapped up, we gathered around the table for dinner.
My teacher grumbled about the lack of morning dew and pulled a bottle from her bag.
"…If you're carrying it around, why'd you make me prepare it?"
"Liquor varies by region."
"Is that so?"
"Aye, influenced by the local water, the natural environment. Much like alchemy—exploring nature and—"
"…Just say you wanted a drink. Why the long-winded explanation?"
"You brat! It's not—!"
While my teacher and I bickered, Cecil had a mishap with the booze… but the lively dinner after so long wasn't half bad.
I snuck a bit myself, got pleasantly tipsy, and the three of us ended up in one bed. Blame my teacher for saying "what's the harm?" and Cecil clinging to me.
My drunk teacher hugged me in her sleep, and Cecil pressed against my back, turning me into a sandwich.
Sometimes, this isn't so bad…
That's when the incident happened.
Suddenly, something hard jabbed firmly into my lower belly—press, proooood.
I panicked. It wouldn't be Cecil, but my teacher was hugging me from the front. She'd clearly denied having anything down there, so why—
"Eut…."
My breath caught. A space that never existed in me before was being poked and prodded, sending strange tingles through me.
I twisted to escape, but pinned front and back, I couldn't move. I tried to speak, but my drunken tongue mangled words into "Teaaacher" or "Ceeecil."
Even that soon dissolved into moans from the relentless stimulation.
All my shrunken, weakened body could do was groan as my lower belly—or presumed womb—was crushed.
Her words from half a day ago surfaced, stirring a twinge of betrayal, but my teacher wouldn't lie… so did it just appear suddenly? Why…?
Before answers came, a firm poke stabbed my back. Cecil this time.
For some reason, her erect member dug into my clothes, grinding along my spine. It burned hot.
I cried out, but the drunk pair showed no reaction. My teacher pressed her lower belly against me while hugging, Cecil rubbed against my waist and back.
Sandwiched between, I twitched helplessly for a while. Slickness on my back made my breathing ragged.
At the same time, the constant jabs to my lower belly wetted my crotch.
Why am I the only one suffering like this? Indignation surged.
"P-Please, stop…."
My feverish, hollow plea echoed in the bedroom.
Soon, a spurrrt sound followed. Something hot splashed my back. I knew without looking—Cecil's rod used it as lube to keep slathering and grinding my back and waist.
As it smeared across my skin… my whole body started itching.
Or more precisely… my lower belly, relentlessly jabbed by what I assumed was my teacher's thing.
It felt like it was throbbing with a thump, thump.
My overheated body craved relief. But the only stimulation was the rod prodding my belly and the one now slathering and rubbing.
Pinned immobile, I couldn't even comfort myself.
"Hngh…!"
I couldn't think anymore. Heat rose everywhere, my mind fogged.
Soon, something warm coated my lower belly too. The pressing rod vanished without a trace.
But exposure to Cecil's semen left my body thirstier than ever, unquenched. It seeped in slowly, consuming me bit by bit.
Thus… sleepless through the night… I marinated.
No other word fit my plight.
Asha's teacher, Ariel, opened her bleary eyes to a faint, musky scent. It resembled the smell of animal semen.
Next came a fragrant, someone-else's body odor, thick and sticky in her nose.
With an inexplicable refreshment, Ariel awoke fully and realized she was holding someone. Then it hit her—she'd drunkenly hugged Asha to sleep.
But… something was off. Her sole disciple Asha's eyes were glazed over. Her expression, however, looked utterly tormented.
Like she was enduring something fierce.
The long-time virgin Ariel didn't yet grasp what that face meant. But she knew an anomaly had befallen her disciple.
"Asha?"
"Hngh…? Hn…."
Shaking off sleep, she released her held disciple and rose. The sight… was bizarre.
Asha trembled with something smeared on her lower belly. Behind her, her homunculus Cecil slept peacefully.
Only Asha writhed in agony… her freed hand drifting downward.
Ariel startled at her disciple suddenly masturbating, but soon recognized the state akin to adventurers overcome by aphrodisiacs.
Puzzled by Asha's sudden heat, she recalled Asha's overreaction to her consuming the homunculus semen.
Sure enough, Asha's back was coated in the beaker's fluids, as Ariel suspected.
She didn't know exactly what happened… but this seemed the cause.
Prioritizing calming her disciple over piecing it together, Ariel shook Cecil awake.
"…Asha-nim?"
"Not Asha. Get up and see."
"Asha-nim's teacher…."
"Aye."
Cecil blinked awake, staring at Ariel in confusion. That innocent face momentarily stunned Ariel speechless before she spoke.
"Has Asha ever been like this before?"
Cecil's eyes widened like a rabbit's at Asha.
"She has!"
"…I see. How did you resolve it then?"
Uncertain of the aphrodisiac's components, this was the priority question.
Cecil answered awkwardly.
"Cecil… filled Asha-nim's hole with Cecil's rod."
"…I see."
Asha's reaction suddenly made sense. Her disciple seemed to have lost her maidenhood before her virginity.
Cecil continued.
"But that method… can't be used…."
"Why not?"
Ariel asked despite the brazen homunculus already rigidly erect.
"Asha-nim said filling holes is for those who love each other."
"…Hm."
Ariel thought it typical of her disciple—rigid in odd places. That's why she'd taken her as such… but her heart grew complicated.
"Of course… but in a case like this, isn't it unavoidable? Will you just watch Asha suffer?"
Asha indeed fiddled desperately for relief… but struggled.
"Cecil… doesn't want that."
"Right. This is… medical treatment. No need for guilt."
"Medical… treatment?"
"I'll explain it well to Asha, so calm her first. Then we'll think."
"…Understood. Seeing Asha-nim suffer pains Cecil's heart."
Cecil rose, aiming her rod at Asha's slit.
Asha remained unaware.